cuatro djs, one love

El viernes fue así: en un galpón a orillas del riachuelo con caballos en relieve trotando a lo largo de las paredes abren cancha los pareja con un set magistral que me permite borrar los puteos del linkillo onda ahora entiendo porqué se fue. Lo castigo con si me llama clive owen no lo comparto jamás, ni su sombra vas a ver, olvidate!
Justo estoy reflexionando amor de puto cuesta caro cuando suena mi celu, número desconocido; atiendo por si fuera mi novio ideal; pero misteriosamente, es martín churba en busca de albertina.
Qué hermosura esta música...las pistas arden, la antorcha pasa al mascarpone que queremos tanto en su remera joy division que yo quiero tanto, luego dany nijensohn empieza a hilar sus complejidades sonoras con ternura y elegancia y escucho:

As a child I knew
That the stars could only get brighter
That we would get closer
Leaving this darkness
Behind

y me da piel de gallina. Uno más puede ser? Fast forward hacia el cocoliche donde dr. trincado está dando clase, tapas de vinilos nina hagen y hercules and love affair de por medio.
Dentro de un house atrapante siento funk, hip hop, rock, hasta siento la fucking whitney houston...y por si la tesis de su mixología no quedó clara el profesor la sintetiza así:

Now I'm the artist and you're the fan
I'm a freak but I excel
And I just can't help myself


Four DJs, One Love

It went like this: in a warehouse near the river with horses trotting in relief around its walls the games begin with a masterful set by djs pareja, their scintillating beats mercifully drowning out my friend's snide comment now I get why he took off.
My punishment is swift and severe: you can kiss clive owen goodbye...if he calls I'm not sharing! I'm just thinking who needs enemies with friends like these when an unknown caller appears on my cell; I pick up in case clive did get my message; mysteriously, it's martín churba looking for our hostess.
But why question anything at all when the music is taking me away, the dance floor is on fire, and now my beloved mascarpone in his cute joy division t-shirt picks up the torch and lights our way down the snaking hallways of a funky soulful house, in which dany nijensohn shows up to weave his elegant aural complexities and I hear:

As a child I knew
That the stars could only get brighter
That we would get closer
Leaving this darkness
Behind

which gives me goose bumps. Can there be room for one more? Fast forward to my favorite basement where dr. trincado is teaching school, with nina hagen and hercules & love affair LP covers as visual aids.
Within an intricate soundscape of fierce multi-layered beats here comes the rap, the hip hop, the rock 'n roll and even whitney houston...and in case anyone should miss the thesis of his brilliant mixology, the professor sums it up for us as follows:

Now I'm the artist and you're the fan
I'm a freak but I excel
And I just can't help myself